They say eating pineapples makes your juices taste good.
Lately, I find myself ordering lots of fruit salads, tryin’ to guarantee that my juices keep her coming back for more.
She doesn’t know this of course.
I mean, I know she loves me and I know she loves my goodies but still … I’m trying to lock this one DOWN.
I’m not sure how she does it.
Again and again.
Well maybe, I do.
It’s the way she looks in those boxers I selfishly buy “for” her.
Her soft skin on mine.
The way all her juices penetrate my lips.
It’s the fact that she makes each night feel like I’m at a Maxwell concert.
The screams always surprises me.
I never have enough time to grab that pillow.
What must the new neighbors think?